Zhang Chen glanced at Zhou Qiucheng, a strange look surfacing in his eyes.
The people Zhou Qiucheng had always wanted to save were never the common folk of Jinling City, but merely its Privileged Class.
Hearing Zhou Qiucheng's words, Zhang Chen sighed softly. "The Privileged Class of Jinling City are of no use to me. They all look down on me as a lowborn commoner, so why should I save them? Besides, leading so many people out through the Demon Race's encirclement is no simple matter. Sir, you think too highly of me. Taking this entire group out would likely demand an enormous price. Do you take me for someone with nothing better to do?"
Zhou Qiucheng could only smile bitterly. Thinking of how Prince Pingyang had berated Zhang Chen before, he found himself unable to say anything.
Shame filled his heart, and naturally, he could no longer bring himself to continue asking.
Zhang Chen nodded at the sight. Zhou Qiucheng was not beyond saving after all. Then he continued harvesting the Evil Beings returning from the Dimensional Space. As the number of Evil Beings Zhang Chen imprisoned grew, his Ice Hell also became increasingly powerful.
By the time no more Evil Beings emerged from the Dimensional Space, an entire day had passed.
The Blood Sea Grand Formation was silent. Zhang Chen stood in the void, the blood sea rolling around him, making him resemble an asura risen from a sea of blood as he looked down upon the world.
As the entire blood sea settled, the void also gradually stabilized. Zhang Chen turned his gaze toward the dimensional space and quietly watched the space that appeared to have returned to calm.
"Aren't you coming out yet?"
"You can actually detect my trail. You do have some skill."
At that